Bodhizafa Of The Game


-The Bodhizafa, big bopper, lyrical Dali Lama
-Don dada, not from Harlem but a Globetrotter
-I'm just a modern savage, searching for the ultimate ride
- ultimate high, by my side, ultimate ride or die

-and ay ya ya. Been round the world like Lisa stans
-field of dreams, big city lights, I've been everywhere like Johnny Cash
-since the back of the bus it's a must I daze and astound
-so several times out of the month I'm 30 thou from the ground

-Flying over them things you store your files on
-hot towel, for the face and hands, before we land, and then it's on
-lead footing them Tracy Chapmans, y'know them fast cars
-down the freeway bumping illmatic, NASCAR

-revving a baad man wagon, adrenaline thru my veins
-like I got a go pro strapped to my helmet, jumping outta propeller planes
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I'm out there like Pluto, I'm 30 seconds from Mars
-Badlands, Bodhizafa, shine like the moon, hang amongst stars




Verse 2

-when it comes to Nathan’s no time for play only time to grind
-as the pilot opens the flaps, I open my mind
-think about the win and the journey it took to get here
-thanking God for the will to win and the will to prepare

-cause every battle is won before the battles fought
-and winners take the necessary steps that the losers don't
-and since it's days away to my super bowl
-I'm walking thru the airport, Hungry, Focused on my super goal

-I get my baggage, riding thru traffic
-arrive at the w, valet automatic
-check in, give them my card for incidentals
-pick up my shirt, per diem and show credentials

-at the mandatory meeting still jet lagged
-insert my room key and on my bed is a swag bag
-fulla Nathan’s stuff, but at the moment I cant
-go through it cause I'm hitting the sack, so I can wake up to catch the bus of Champs